Beyond the Divine States Chapter 354: : Destiny Struggle
The waves of the Quicksand River slapped on the shore, making a thunderous roar.
In Ning Changjiu's eyes, this world flooded by heavy rain began to really agitate the moment the Nine Spirits Yuansheng appeared.
The sand river is surging, the tree is shaking, and under the dark thundercloud, the whole world is like a continuous twisting lightning, calling for the arrival of the Nine Spirits.
In Ning Changjiu's heart, the Golden Crow police screamed, shocking his heart trembling.
The ominous premonition stretched out like darkness. He stared at the big demon and wanted to stop it, but at the moment they were still far apart. With his realm, he couldn't do much.
The nine lions lifted up together.
Behind Ning Changjiu, the outer city was close at hand, but he didn't hesitate to turn around and swept towards Liusha River, even if Tangji was a car.
In the sky, the two people who are still fighting hard are also keenly aware of the crisis below.
After repeated bitter battles so far, even if both of them are the pinnacles of the Five Paths with powerful spiritual power, it is difficult for them to withstand the exhaustion of such a desperate fight.
The depletion of spiritual power is second. After all, the spiritual power around thousands of miles is constantly surging here. They are like a sword, handed to the hands of the decisive battlers, and they are inexhaustible. Inexhaustible. But in the fierce battle, the recovery of the injury is slow, the old injury is not healed and the new injury is added, and the body of the strong **** will sooner or later be dragged down.
After the sundial was activated, Si Ming had the upper hand throughout the whole process, but the Golden Wing Roc also made strange tricks and showed his divine power, coupled with the heavenly power of the Ruyi Wu Iron God Cudgel, never really failed.
The hurricane sword in Si Ming's hand has long since dissipated. In order to make a quick battle, she directly refined the thunder pulp in the cloud as a sword and held it in her palm. The sword is made of golden bones, flowing with purple electric blue frost, exuding the hissing sound of electric current vibration.
It is a tyrant's blade. Although it is not as flexible as the wind blade, it is stronger and purer.
The two stood opposite each other in the sky. When they wanted to fight again, the dark clouds below suddenly began to sink slowly.
Siming's black robe danced wildly, a bright yellow arc surging all over his body.
She immediately turned her eyes down.
"What's the matter?" Si Ming stared at the falling clouds like a lake, muttering to himself in confusion.
The Golden Winged Roc is covered in blood, his eagle claws are tightly clasped with the magic stick, and the demon pupil stares down.
He is more familiar with this kind of breath and power. Although that idea is incredible, it is the only possibility-Nine Spirit Yuansheng has started!
That stone lion... how is it possible? !
A huge sense of crisis loomed over the two of them. This earth-shattering battle was forcibly stopped. Both of them had experienced many battles, without hesitation, their figures immediately rose up and swept in completely different directions.
But the Nine Spirits Yuansheng has already spoken.
Its big mouth opened like a snake, and it stretched out to an incredible degree, the cold white fangs and sharp teeth were exposed, and the scarlet tongue was trembling like lightning between the sharp teeth.
Its body is tall and majestic, like a mountain blocking a quicksand river, closing the river.
Ning Chang looked at this scene from a distance, and he had an illusion, as if the Nine Spirit Yuansheng only made a little sound, the whole world would be difficult to maintain, and it would be swallowed in his belly.
A song made of lion roar.
The eight poems are composed of qi and drinking rivers.
The devouring is about to begin.
His target is not the City of Ten Thousand Demons, but the Si Ming and the Golden Wing Roc in battle.
This is the moment he has waited for a hundred years.
The Ten Thousand Demons Art he comprehend is more powerful than the Golden Wing Roc's. Like the Golden Winged Roc, he can easily acquire the realm and ability of the devoured, but he doesn't even need to be obsessed with devouring the same kind like the Golden Winged Roc.
What's more, he and the Golden Winged Roc are of the same kind-similar in authority.
Under the enlightenment of the saint back then, all demons were too united and generous, and coupled with the fact that they had not eaten or drink for a hundred years, the Golden Wing Roc completely let go of their guard against themselves. But in the world of power struggle, the struggle between the same kind for the origin is endless, and it is carved into the blood and bone marrow... This point, the Golden Wing Roc shouldn't forget.
Ning Changjiu came to the edge of the Liusha River, and the long-standing lion roar finally broke out.
It was a low, majestic voice. It didn't feel so loud at first, but once the vigorous voice came out, it seemed like a mighty wind, and it didn't last forever.
The world is quiet.
All the voices were swept away by the roar of the lion that had been silent for a hundred years.
The lion roar was big and invisible, but it instantly shattered the battlefield between Si Ming and the Golden Wing Roc. The split clouds fell one after another and poured into his big mouth. The heavy rain rolls back, the river flows backwards, and the night clouds become thinner and thinner. The power that the Nine Spirits Primordial Sage exploded at this moment had already surpassed the peak of the five realms.
The figures of Si Ming and the Golden Wing Roc were also shocked by the roar of the lion.
The whole world is like a bag of heaven and earth, covering them airtightly, and the terrifying sound wave is the invisible giant sword that hits the heart. This sword has been honed for more than a hundred years, and it is not workable enough. Break the spine of God.
The Golden Winged Roc swung the sacred stick with all its strength, and the continuous shadow of the stick was like a shield, protecting in front of him.
Si Ming did not hesitate to summon the sundial again, and the slender moon shadow expanded rapidly.
But they have all gone through a long battle, and when they were caught off guard, where the enemy had won the plan of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng for a hundred years.
Si Ming once expected, if the other Demon Kings took action, would she have the ability to escape between the two peaks of the Five Paths. At the beginning, she believed that she had a certainty, but at this moment, she found that she had far underestimated the Nine Spirit Yuansheng. He was more powerful than the Golden Wing Roc.
Pong! Pong!
Two crashing sounds sounded at the same time.
The iron rod vibrated, revealing the face of the monkey with a sharp mouth, and was almost beaten back to its original form. Because the sundial had been used once, this time the shot was greatly compromised, and it was also shattered by the lion's roar.
The sound wave is invisible, but it is a heavy fist that destroys the flesh. Even if the robe buffers a lot of power, Si Ming still has a sweet throat and spit out a big mouthful of blood.
The Nine Spirit Yuansheng sits like a stone Buddha, and the remaining eight poems begin to be swallowed.
Si Ming and the Golden Wing Roc couldn't escape, and their figures were dragged back.
Si Fate turned to power and resisted bitterly, she stretched out her hand, intending to condense a sword again to cut through the net of heaven and earth.
But she can't catch anything.
All around her, wind and clouds, thunder and fire, all the matter and elements are evacuated, and she is the only one who is still struggling to support herself.
Not having a sword is not the most terrible thing.
The most terrible thing is that the surrounding aura is also absorbed.
Without the supply of aura, her sea of qi is really as vast as the sea, and under such a rapid consumption, it will sooner or later be evaporated.
The Nine Spirits Yuansheng has accumulated a hundred years of vomiting and receiving, and the power of the mountains and seas exploded beyond everyone's expectations.
The Golden Wing Roc is supported by this once Dinghai God Needle, but here is not the sea, but the turbulent undercurrent is constantly flowing. He and the Ruyiwu Iron God Rod are not in a tacit understanding. At this moment, the huge force oppresses him. , The sound of his broken bones sounded from time to time, and the sacred stick in his hand was quickly being beaten back to its original shape.
The Nine Spirits Yuansheng concentrates on devouring at this moment, standing still.
Ning Chang has been outside the Liusha River for a long time. He looked at the back of this demon king who was far stronger than himself. Without a word, he ran straight towards his back, using all his strength to do something. Stop his next move.
Shura possessed a golden body, and the mortal style of the Heavenly Sword Scripture was instantly condensed. He stepped across the river, imagining that there was a sword in his hand, a sword unique in the world.
Golden Crow Tears the Night
, lighting up the back of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng like lightning, Ning Changjiu ran across the river with this belief, exhausted all his strength, leaped high until he was level with the Nine Spirits Yuansheng, and then Stabbed the sword in his hand towards the back of the neck of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng.
This is his pinnacle sword, which should have been brilliant.
But the realm difference between the two is too big.
There was a low hum.
Ning Changjiu’s condensed sword stopped in front of his neck, but the lion’s blasted mane was more like countless swords, swallowing his sword light instantly, the sword wind came on his face, and ten thousand swords swallowed his body. , Ning Changjiu's body of Shura was instantly pierced, and blood flew wildly.
The pain penetrated into the flesh and blood, and his body was trembling with excitement. Ning Changjiu watched as the sword of his heart was wiped away, his heart twisted like a knife.
In the severe pain, he raised his head and glanced above.
In the sky above, the Si Ming and the Golden Winged Roc who had gone through a deadly battle were also unable to support them, and their bodies fell toward the mouth of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng like a meteor.
Ning Changjiu clenched his teeth. Although the sword was exhausted, he stretched out his palm abruptly and continued to stab the Nine Spirit Yuansheng’s back neck.
The sword-like mane pierces the back of the palm.
With his current cultivation base, trying to break the defense of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng is as difficult as reaching the sky. He thought about the bell and wanted to speak, but in the roar of the lion, all the voices were swallowed, and he did not exception.
Ning Changjiu stared at the falling figure of Si Ming.
He couldn't help shuddering...This is something more terrifying than his own death, just as Xiang'er was controlled by Mrs. White Bone, Lu Jiajia and Jiuying were covered in blood during the battle.
He couldn't stand this kind of process.
In the body, the Dao Gu Pure Yang Divine Scroll burned again, and his blood boiled. Instead of using any moves, he used his body as a sword, and directly slammed into the Wan Nine Spirit Yuan Sheng’s mane. sword.
The Nine Spirits Yuansheng can perceive, and even give birth to a trace of fearful emotions, but he knows better that this is still an impulsive act of no avail. He ignored Ning Changjiu.
The Golden Wing Roc took the lead to fall. He was swallowed by the mouth of the Nine Spirit Yuansheng, his fangs closed, and the sound of bone fracture was like thousands of firecrackers exploding at the same time.
Si Ming followed closely behind.
Her authority is constantly activated, and the figure shuttles through the layers of space, but can't stop the process of being swallowed.
Siming stopped trying to stop.
She stared at the Nine Spirits Yuansheng, and with the help of his devouring power, she also used her body as a sword to slash at the huge mouth of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng. This scene is similar to that of Madam Bai's remnant body Huajian Zhancheng, but the power of the two is not the same.
After Si Ming made this choice, the Nine Spirit Yuansheng looked slightly surprised, and he did not dare to take risks. When the Si Ming approached, he took the initiative to throw a fist at the silver light, wanting to cut it off. Swallow it after being scrapped.
There was a loud bang.
The two collided.
Everything around was overturned in an instant, trees, rivers, mountains and rocks, everything you saw was shattered, and the flat and open battlefield was instantly swept out.
Si Ming punched him.
The body of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng kept shaking, as if the mountain was about to collapse, while the figure of Si Ming was also knocked out, flying upside down for a hundred feet to stand.
In the previous impact, Ning Changjiu was also shaken back into the quicksand river. He got up from the muddy river bed, and the backflowing water was rolled back, submerged his body, and he was exhausted after traveling all day. At this moment, his strength was exhausted, his body was unstable, and he was almost swept down by the current.
When he pulled himself up from the water with difficulty, the nine heads of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng had all aimed at the place of the commander's life, and the second roar was about to strike.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and it slammed on the head of the Nine Spirit Yuansheng.
Ruyi Wu Iron God Rod!
As the river flows back, there is actually the figure of the Golden Winged Roc. He walked out with a stick, and the incomplete map of the Buddha Kingdom and the Yanghuang Cangyu Sword were cut down together!
Nine Spirit Yuansheng’s expression was slightly different, he suddenly woke up and only ate it by himself. It turned out that it was just the outer body of the Golden Winged Roc. His real body quietly dived into the water, and when he was fully absorbed, he suddenly attacked.
The Golden Winged Roc is one of the four great demon kings who are also known as the Nine Spirits Yuansheng, no matter how badly he was injured. Under his anger, the thunder and thunder army has opened the mountain, even the Nine Spirit Yuansheng has no choice Hardwired.
He opened the sacred iron umbrella.
The iron rod hit the iron umbrella, and the black iron umbrella frame trembled together. Amid the sound of steel, several golden flames exploded between the rod and the umbrella, becoming the only dazzling light in the dark world.
During the confrontation, the Nine Spirit Yuansheng slapped a punch, hitting the Dapeng Demon Sage’s chest, the Golden Winged Dapeng fluttered his remnant wings, his body turned in the air a few times, and he staggered to a stop. The **** iron in his hand was also eclipsed.
The Golden Winged Roc climbed up with difficulty, stared at the Nine Spirits Yuansheng, and asked in a terrified voice: "You... have kept it from me for so long?"
The Nine Spirits Yuansheng raised the umbrella, revealing the lion's majestic face, which was like steel poured under the washing of the rainstorm.
The Nine Spirits Yuansheng said in a deep voice: "The City of Ten Thousand Demons is about to collapse, and the saints will die. You are not depressed and do nothing, I am not willing to accompany you! The saying that you become a Buddha country is nothing but a dream. The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons is even more troubled by love, daydreaming, and the demon clan has fallen to this point. How can I not feel heartache? You can die with peace of mind. After we die, our powers blend together and become an existence several times stronger than gluttony. Zhou, breaking through eighty-one cities in the middle-earth, repeating the feat of five hundred years ago, turning him upside down!"
The Golden Wing Roc ignored his deafening remarks. He squeezed the stick tightly and suddenly laughed, saying: "So that's it... So you are the most ambitious person! So you have been waiting for me to take action. , And defeated her..."
The Nine Spirits Yuansheng looked at him, and also at the silver-haired woman who was quietly gathering momentum in the darkness further away.
He didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and spoke again.
The first lion roar is the strongest, swallowing the clouds for a long time. Even if the second lion roar is slightly weaker, it will change the color of the world.
Just as he was about to speak, something was thrown from behind...it seemed to be a hidden weapon.
The Nine Spirit Yuansheng pinched it, and opened it to see that it turned out to be a bell.
In the quicksand river, Ning Changjiu pulled up from the sand red. His white clothes were soaked in sand and water, and his body was squashed. He threw this bell, hoping to disturb his mind a little.
Nine Spirit Yuansheng looked at the bell, revealing a flash of remembrance.
"Zhenhai Spirit Turtle... it is still alive." Nine Spirit Yuansheng sighed, and said: "Thank you for sending back this news, it will always make me feel a little relieved."
As the Nine Spirit Yuansheng said, he smashed the bell in his hand.
Although the old friend is alive and well, he has nothing to remember in the past. He doesn't want to be distracted to dispel this emotion.
As the bell shattered, the second lion roar had exploded.
Seven of the nine poems of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng are aimed at Si Ming.
He knew that this mysterious woman of unknown origin was far more difficult to deal with than the Golden Winged Dapeng.
Just now, Si Ming had a chance to escape, but her pride did not allow her to retreat. This is not a long-term intrigue with Ning Chang, but a frontal confrontation of power. How can she allow herself to be deterred in front of mortal people and demons!
The roar of the lion enveloped her in an instant.
Siming knows that although the Nine Spirits Yuansheng is strong, he can reach this moment, mainly relying on a hundred years of accumulation, his roar will inevitably decline again, and it will be exhausted. After she has survived, she If there is still strength to deal with, she has the confidence to turn defeat into victory.
But the Nine Spirits Yuansheng did not give her a chance to breathe.
At the same time the roar of the lion broke out, he was huge
The fist and the foot also turned into a continuous shadow, and a single swipe smashed it over, the air was torn apart, and the loud noise continued.
The plain is wide, and Si Ming has nowhere to hide, holding the virtual sword, blocking the killing, and confronting him head-to-head.
After a brief confrontation, the already exhausted life was defeated.
Ning Changjiu stood in the Shahe River, looking at the light and shadow in front of him. He lowered his head, and the pain in his body also turned into flames in his body with anger, and his purple mansion and the sea of Qi were instantly swamped. Light up-Daogu Pure Yang Shenju is on fire!
Ning Chang felt...that familiar power, the power he had possessed in his previous life, and that he has been looking for now.
Nine Spirit Yuansheng noticed the strangeness behind him, and one of them turned back and glanced at it.
When Ning Changjiu was no more than a line away from that realm, the roar of the lion rose again, abruptly interrupting his enlightenment.
Ahead, life is also unsustainable.
She was embarrassed on all sides, and the strength of her body was approaching the limit. She knew that she couldn't drag it any longer and mobilized her last strength. On the side of the murderous woman, the electric arc flickered, and her eyebrows were pale gold. She stretched out her hand, and a clay sword was condensed in her palm.
She pretends not to be stained with dust, but at this moment, her figure is like a demon who has fallen into purgatory, carrying a filthy long sword, and her body flashes, turning into a cold blade that shuttles at a fast speed, facing the Nine Spirits Yuansheng The place cuts past.
The Nine Spirits Yuansheng looked solemn, and he also mobilized all his strength to guard.
I don't know how many times it sounded such a shocking explosion.
The remaining sound is cut off.
The body of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng collapsed, and his body was covered with hundreds of scars. He opened the lion's mouth, and what he saw was blood and broken teeth.
But Si Ming also tried his best, and her body was shot again, plunged into the muddy river bed, and passed out into a coma.
The Nine Spirits Yuansheng panted heavily... This mysterious woman was powerful, and it was beyond his initial expectations, but it was exactly the same. Only after being swallowed could he truly possess the power of the gods side by side.
He opened his **** mouth, ready to make the third roar.
No one has the power to fight again.
Just as everything was about to settle, another lion roar sounded abruptly.
That's not the roar of the Nine Spirit Yuansheng.
It is so magnificent, completely different from the low and majesty of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng.
But the third lion roar of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng was suppressed like this abruptly!
Nine Spirit Yuan Sheng Huo Ran turned his head.
On the Liusha River, a snow-white figure stood at some point!
White shadows are dazzling.
At first, he was on the first bend of Liusha River, and in a blink of an eye he came to the second path, and in a blink of an eye he came to Ning Changjiu's back.
The man has white hair and white hair, and even his eyebrows are white. He has a calm face, clear bones, and looks unkind.
He glanced at Ning Changjiu, sighed, and said: "It's a pity that it's obviously only a short line."
Ning Changjiu was injured in half of his body, floating in the river. He knew that someone was coming, he even knew who it was, but he didn't look at it, but always stared at the place where Si Ming had fallen into the river before.
Nine Spirit Yuansheng looked at the white-haired man and said: "Bai Ze, you are still here."
Bai Ze said: "Well, I am here."
Nine Spirits Yuan Shengdao: "You shouldn't have come."
Bai Ze said: "Teacher's order is hard to violate."
Nine Spirits Yuan Shengdao: "You still studied with me back then, now you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"
Bai Ze said: "I already have another teacher."
Nine Spirits Yuan Shengdao: "You are confident that you can beat me?"
Bai Ze sighed and said: "In the past, the master always made me taciturn, and I want to come for today...not to speak up."
As Bai Ze said, the face of a nine-tailed white lion arched behind him, like a big moon held out by a river.
The two lions face off.
Only when the sword was on the rise, Ning Changjiu riveted the strength accumulated in his body, leaped sharply, and jumped into the half of the river that had originally blocked the Nine Spirit Yuan Sage.
He plunged into the water abruptly, Jin Tong opened and scanned the river bed.
Countless broken snails and shells hit the upper door, and he followed the memory position and swept down frantically. On the bottom of the Liusha River, in a huge sand hole, Si Ming's figure slowly emerged. Ning Changjiu's heartbeat increased. He did not dare to blink, staring at Si Ming's still slender face in the muddy water, and slammed on it. , Digging out the mud with both hands, digging out her in one hand, and hugging her.
Siming seemed to have a sense, and her arm was also raised along the water, encircling the person in front of her.
Ning Changjiu hugged her with great peace of mind. He didn't have any extra strength, and he only clamped on the woman in his arms. The two of them hugged her like this without any struggle, and they rushed downstream along the flow of the Liusha River. go with.
……
A long time has passed.
Because of the dark clouds, Ning Changjiu couldn't see what time it was now. He held Si Ming's body and slowly stood up from the rocky beach. The surrounding area was pitch black and dust-free.
Ning hasn't been here for a long time.
He doesn't care where it is anymore.
He gently broke away from Si Ming’s embrace, the woman in his arms was exhausted and she was still asleep, he wrung out his sleeves, dried her face, and then hugged her without a word Her wet body is on her back.
The rivers are mostly empty rocky beaches, which are too easy to be spotted.
Ning Changjiu wants to find a shelter to heal her injuries.
The one who was called Bai Ze by the Nine Spirit Yuan Sage earlier was his Sixth Senior Brother.
He didn't know why the brother came, and he was not sure whether he could beat the strongest demon in this city of ten thousand monsters.
He is cold all over at the moment, and his faint sleepiness surges into his heart from time to time. It is an invisible and unstoppable sword that will defeat him at any time.
But he felt the weight on his back, and he dared not relax his steps.
Fortunately, he quickly found a relatively dry cave. He killed all the few bats in the cave and placed his life on the rock wall.
He took off his sacred robe of command and used the few authority of time, and simply handled the most serious injuries for her. He kept coughing, and he couldn't use authority anymore. He wringed out his robes, dried them with sword fire, and put them on again for the woman.
Si Ming's eyelids quivered, even if she was unconscious, she was still suffering.
The battle with the Nine Spirits Yuansheng was too dangerous. If she hadn't filled in the missing sword moves in her dream, she might have been completely defeated by the opponent.
Ning Changjiu sat next to him, recovering from his injuries. He watched the rainstorm outside and guarded her quietly.
About an hour later, Si Ming's eyelashes trembled and finally woke up slowly.
Ning Changjiu hugged her and told her not to move. He looked at Si Ming’s bloodless face, many words of concern were still in his throat, but he heard Si Ming’s frown, his jade lips moved, and his voice was slightly hoarse. Warned: "Little...heart,"
Kang Dang!
The thunder and lightning fell, and the cave was illuminated.
Ning Changjiu stared at the ground, his hair terrified.
When the flash was just now, he saw another hideous figure on the ground.
Ning Changjiu looked back slowly.
At the entrance of the cave, a slumped shadow was bent, and the other person was also bruised. He half-kneeled on the ground and slowly raised his head, revealing only half of the crow mask's face.
"Golden Crow...I finally found you."
It is the Golden Wing Roc.